In one news, in Brazil, the last remnants of a primitive tribe were found dead in a hammock outside a thatched hut.
Many people just take a look at the label, he is "the loneliest person in the world".
Because his name, his language, no one knows.
Even more, his people were all killed!
But how were they killed?
No one is curious about what comes next.
Because in the human world, now, the media is receiving too much stuff.
It seems to be busy, but I can't remember what I'm paying attention to.
Of course, the outside world said that this dead native was the "loneliest", which is not true, and many people do not consider this matter.
His loneliness is still based on being disturbed.
Many of the statements are subjective views of this indigenous civilization.
In fact, he has been under surveillance for decades.
His tribe, not difficult to understand.
Live the most primitive life, migrating as the seasons of the planet change.
A group of people, not many, speaking the same language, using the same tools, hunting, planting simple crops.
But now the earth has not allowed them to be so primitive, so indisputable, and so hegemonic as the tropical rainforest of high value.
There is Brazil, a country that needs resources in exchange for economic development.
Beginning in the 1970s, his people were discovered.
The hunt begins.
In the eyes of greedy farmers, the land needs to expand into the rainforest.
So they deliberately left sugar mixed with rat poison near the indigenous tribes.
At the age at which he is now defined as 60, he has witnessed his people being poisoned by humans since he was a child!
By the 1990s, only 6 of his people had been killed.
But these 6, later, were still shot.
He was the only one left.
To say that he is the loneliest man in the world, this result is not valid.
Because according to media reports, until 2009, there were still farmers complaining that a simple indigenous person occupied such a large piece of land.
Then, rainforest conservators found empty shell casings on the ground.
It is not known whether the farmer asked someone to hunt down the last native in order to achieve his goal.
(As long as there is a place where indigenous peoples live, development is not allowed)
Not all of human beings are people who want his life.
People from the Brazilian government's Indian Affairs Bureau (FUNAI) had been spying on him from a distance.
Without his people, he began a lonely life for the rest of his life.
Unlike other tribes, the tribe he belonged to was isolated.
Other tribes have come into contact with civilized society.
But he understood why he was left alone.
After losing all his family and friends, he hid in the rainforest.
Where he dug holes, built houses, and cut down trees, he would use them to grow flowers, papayas, cassava, and corn.
It was his habit.
Because wherever he moved, he would do the same thing.
People who have seen his craft have loved his garden, which is beautiful.
Unlike the other natives, he was the only native in the area who dug caves in addition to building thatched huts.
Sharp wooden stakes are lined up all around.
Sometimes strange patterns are left around, like totems with some meaning.
Conservationists had been in contact with him in the 90s.
Very unpleasant to meet.
He made it clear that he did not want to have a connection with anyone in modern civilized society.
He also wounded one of the protectors with an arrow.
In fact, that time, the protection personnel brought corn and arrows to him, hoping to establish a dialogue and communication mechanism with him.
Because the rainforest's far surroundings have been turned into pastures and soybean fields, conservationists must make sure the native is alive.
Otherwise, the local government will succumb to pressure from the farmers and push the jungle to the ground.
However, this layer of intention, he can not get.
He didn't want to know either.
Who understands his pain?
Living alone in the rainforest, building houses, growing food, and making a living.
However, the only people who understood him were dead.
He also has a lot of raw emotions, but there is nowhere to share happiness and worry.
Modern civilized people may also understand ways to dissolve various emotions.
But with him, there is only boundless vigilance.
The same kind of people were watching him, and he was also looking at these kinds of people who were not friendly in their own eyes.
Brazil, Peru and Bolivia are the regions on Earth where primitive tribes are most concentrated.
They would migrate to the borders of countries in the form of family groups.
But civilization, they did not take over from the hands of their kind.
Because for decades, in the development of the rainforest, many indigenous tribes have been killed or enslaved.
Protection is always limited.
And, after thousands of years of isolation, the indigenous immune system is vulnerable to infection.
He is one of our human diversity.
But because of some greedy people, his life was forced to change.
How did he survive these 30 years.
No one knows.
But what is certain is that he is doing his best to avoid repeating his people's fate—anyone who comes near him will see his sharp arrow and watch him disappear quickly into the rainforest.
When his body was found, he had lost his breath.
Surrounded by the grass huts he had built again, he lay in a hammock, covered with brightly colored macaw feathers.
Without a companion around, through the days of difficult times, he has been going on for 26 years.
As if he knew his end was coming, he chose to drape bright feathers on his body.
In indigenous cultures, macaw feathers are a sign of vitality and healing.
Perhaps, in the last hours of his life, he tried to cure his illness.
Or maybe he just wants to have his most precious things around him.
Expert Marcelo said he seemed to be waiting for death to come, and there were no signs of conflict and violence around him.
His death reminds me of the New York nanny in our human society who almost escaped from the world.
She is a real person.
After she died, someone made her a documentary called "In Search of Vivian Meier."
That was her full name.
The director's name was John Marloff, and he needed a history book and had to look for historical photographs of Chicago.
Inadvertently, at the auction, I got a back photo of a box of Vivian Meier.
After washing it out, Maroff was stunned.
These works are really fantastic.
It's hard to believe that it was by a nanny.
Even if you're not someone who has lived in that city, you can read Vivian's pictures.
In the front of the documentary, It is Malov who convinces the audience that Vivian's photography is not inferior to any master.
But later everyone's curiosity tends to be consistent, why Vivian's life is so mysterious.
No friends, no relatives, never married.
But there are a lot of photographic works left behind.
100,000 negatives, 700 undeveloped color films, 2,000 unprinted black and white films.
Inside, there are all kinds of characters, especially small people.
It gives the impression that Vivian cares a lot about the world.
But in fact, in the eyes of those who have come into contact with her, Vivian is not so enthusiastic.
On the contrary, it is very paranoid.
The content presented in the work contrasts greatly with her own personality.
In her own life, for example, she didn't even want people to know about it.
Including employers.
It's a lie.
There are many versions.
There's even one that's" "my first job in america from France, working in a sweatshop."
Almost everyone thought she was a French woman.
But in reality, she was a native of New York.
I have been a nanny all my life, and my employer has changed a lot.
No one ever doubted her origins.
Because she never considered anyone a friend.
She is actively living alone in this world.
It's hard to do.
Even the director of the documentary went to the French town in her work to find her relatives.
At first, he also thought that Vivian was French.
However, it wasn't until he found a Ph.D. in linguistics who had intersected with Vivian.
The Doctor told him directly that Vivian's French accent was pretend.
As soon as she spoke, the doctor heard it.
No way, the dissertation when I was a doctoral student explored the length of the French vowel.
Vivian's trick was reversed, pretending not to be authentic at all.
But the people around Vivian didn't know much.
Not recognized.
So, she was successful in disguise.
Being a nanny is just a cover.
Her nanny career is not necessarily a success.
When she grows up, her children have praised and degraded her.
But her whole life is a kind of person who has escaped from the world and is close to success!
Why?
Because Vivian lives in busy New York, she is not dragged down or worried by this human life.
On the contrary, because of some unspeakable secrets and nature, she does not want to have too much intersection with people.
However, she wanted to keep many of the memories of the world in her own way.
So she chose photography, chose to go shopping for newspapers, and old objects.
These objects are the whole of her life.
In terms of family affection, she also has very convenient direct access.
Her family has always been cold.
Both parents died, there was an older brother, and never contacted.
There was an aunt who didn't come and go at all.
Even when she died, she didn't even give her the inheritance, but all to her friends.
Until the end of her life, people did not know her as a person.
She' very comfortable!
In your own way, to understand all aspects of your life and what you have to go through.
Don't care about worldly evaluations.
There is no such thing as marriage and childbirth.
I didn't desperately try to explain myself to others.
Love whoever!
Winter goes to spring, Vivian, just take pictures.
At the same time, she pays special attention to privacy.
So, her work, years after her death, was discovered by Marloff.
Oh, yes, even the full name vivian Meier, she often changes back and forth.
The next employer and child, she changed names.
Why?
Because she was born in 1926, the same year as the Queen of England, she was still a few months older than the Queen.
The years she worked allowed her to do so.
Childless and childless, she lived in poverty in her later years.
Fortunately, she brought up a few boys and remembered her.
Raise money to find an apartment for her and help her pay her rent.
So, she barely managed to get by.
But after all, he is old and has nothing to rely on.
She needed to go through the trash cans.
Getting old is the beginning of her misery.
The confusion of her physical functions and the mental illness of her body make her no longer the thief Vivian she was when she was young.
This is also a manifestation of her unsuccessful escape from the world, a kind of helplessness.
Once, she met an old friend who was busy taking her grandson to the beach.
Vivian begged the other person, "Let's talk, let's talk," but the other person couldn't do it.
The child is urging.
Vivian was left aside.
On her way to the hospital, Vivian was taken away by ambulance.
There is no one to accompany.
After her death, the boys found her a cemetery suitable for her.
A place where they and she had shared happy memories.
As a child, Vivian used to take them to the countryside where they played, where there was a meadow full of wild strawberries.
The boys thought it was a place That Vivian would love and miss.
There, Vivian asked the children "tell me how to live forever."
In the shot, no answers are given to the children.
However, her works can give her eternal life.
That is, the freedom that loneliness and does not require understanding, or so it is, is simple!
But indigenous, there is no such condition as her.
No matter how primitive the rainforest is, no matter how indisputable the indigenous people are, they will also be encircled and suppressed.